Trees around me speak so loud,
sunny rain and dancing cloud.
My fingertips touch the flowerland.
Inside the miracle of nature i stand.
Oh, my garden, such a museum,
living statues dancing with the wind.
Roses, dandelions, fairies and lilium
palm and orange trees, pines all so kind.
Although like statues they stand,
they've got soul inside.
And in this colorful land,
i see that nature has an archaeological side.
Poetry by AFRODITE STATHI
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Written on 2020-07-02 at 14:28
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